Sun Zhe was as familiar with Zhu Yan as one could possibly be.
Likewise, Zhu Yan was as familiar with Sun Zhe as one could possibly be.
So as soon as they started, they tacitly fell into their favorite positions, giving the watching Ye Qiao a spectacular live performance.
「A few minutes later.」
With Sun Zhe’s wild assault, Zhu Yan finally abandoned the last bit of her modesty and shyness, revealing her truest self.
"Ah... Ah Zhe, darling, faster, a bit faster..."
"Tonight, just use your big baby to fuck your stepmom to death!"
"Ah, ah, ah... Baby, you’re so amazing..."
Ye Qiao stood dumbfounded by the bedside, listening to the explicit, wanton words spilling from Zhu Yan’s mouth. Her delicate hand covered her lips, her clear, bright eyes widening in disbelief.
At this moment, she felt as if her entire worldview had completely shattered.
Was the woman on the bed still the gentle, dignified housewife she knew?
It was as if she had become a completely different person! All Ye Qiao could feel was a sense of unfamiliarity.
"When Mom gets this lewd... I really can’t compare!" she muttered softly to herself. "No wonder men love mature women. If I were my brother, I’d probably be losing my mind right now, too."
Watching the incredibly unrestrained Zhu Yan on the bed, Ye Qiao couldn’t resist crawling onto the bed herself. She reached out to knead the beautiful mounds that had nurtured her as a child.
As her full breasts were kneaded, Zhu Yan’s moans grew even louder.
While kneading her mother, Ye Qiao stared at the mighty dragon moving rapidly in and out of Zhu Yan’s honey cave, each thrust slick with juices. "Mom, can you still handle it?" she asked. "If not, I’ll help you."
Zhu Yan opened her beautiful eyes and looked at her precious daughter with a hazy gaze, her face filled with shame.
She never imagined she would let Ye Qiao see her truest self under such circumstances.
But since it had already come to this, she couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.
「Twenty-some minutes later.」
Zhu Yan’s eyes suddenly rolled back into her head as her slender body convulsed violently, finally reaching its peak.
Sun Zhe withdrew his dripping weapon and turned to look at Ye Qiao. "Your turn?"
Looking at the menacing dragon, still slick with fluids, Ye Qiao’s pretty face blanched. But then she clenched her small pink fists, puffing out her cheeks. "Bring it on! I’m not scared of you!"
She refused to believe that she and Zhu Yan together couldn’t drain Sun Zhe dry tonight.
She gave Sun Zhe a mischievous look and said fiercely, "Brother, I suggest you ask for the day off tomorrow, because you won’t be able to get out of bed. Mark my words, not even Jesus can save you!"
She was already talking tough before the battle had even officially begun.
But Sun Zhe just found it amusing. "You’ve got the spirit, I’ll give you that. I just wonder how much of a pounding you can take."
"Qiaoqiao, remember this defiant look of yours. When I have you crying later, don’t come begging me for mercy."
"Sun Zhe, you..."
Ye Qiao’s face instantly flushed red. She waved her arms and legs wildly. "How can you say that to me? Alright, Sun Zhe, you just wait! This lady is switching on the juicer! We’ll see who’s begging for mercy then!"
At that moment, Zhu Yan, who was lying to the side enjoying the afterglow, couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two bicker. "Go for it, Qiaoqiao," she encouraged. "Mom believes in you."
Ye Qiao huffed with a smug laugh, looking proudly at Sun Zhe. "See? At least Mom gets me."
Sun Zhe retorted, "She believes I’ll have you in tears later."
「Another dozen minutes later.」
Ye Qiao’s slender body convulsed violently, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she looked at Zhu Yan beside her.
"Mom... I can’t take it anymore... It’s your turn..."
Zhu Yan’s face was beet-red. She suddenly sat up, reached back, and neatly tied her long, fragrant hair into a ponytail before reaching out to push Sun Zhe down onto his back.
"Ah Zhe, it’s my turn on top this time."
Sun Zhe smiled and lay down obediently, his hands clasped behind his head.
Zhu Yan gazed at the menacing weapon, lightly bit her lip, and slowly maneuvered herself to straddle his stomach. She reached out with a slender hand to steady the large shaft before slowly lowering herself onto it.
At the same time, Ye Qiao crawled onto Sun Zhe’s chest, her tender little tongue darting out to tease the hardened buds on his pectoral muscles.
With the mother and daughter pair attacking simultaneously, Sun Zhe quickly felt the pressure building.
Finally, after another ten-some minutes, the giant dragon deep inside Zhu Yan’s body unleashed a powerful, drenching eruption.
"Mom, did he finish?" Ye Qiao asked eagerly.
Blushing deeply, Zhu Yan nodded gently.
Ye Qiao then shot a triumphant, disdainful smile at Sun Zhe. "Looks like you’re not so tough after all, finishing in just over ten minutes."
Sun Zhe, however, just smiled calmly. "That was only round one. What’s the rush?"
"Huh?" Ye Qiao’s eyes widened. "You can still go?"
Sun Zhe suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around Zhu Yan, who was still straddling his lap. "I’m just getting warmed up. It’s far from over. Stepmom, you’d better not cry later."
「Past two in the morning.」
Sun Zhe didn’t stop until both mother and daughter were crying and begging for mercy, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes.
He understood that taking things too far would be counterproductive, as it could actually harm Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao.
"Sigh, it seems even the two of you together aren’t enough," he said.
He lay down between the two women, an arm around each, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
This wonderful slumber lasted until after eight in the morning. When he woke, Sun Zhe felt refreshed and brimming with energy.
After last night’s fierce battle, he had absorbed a great deal of Yin Essence. Once it was converted into True Qi, the Qi Vortex in his Dantian became even more solid.
He believed that with just a few more sessions like this and two more Qi Passage Pills, he could reach the Golden Core Stage again.
"Stepmom, Qiaoqiao, get up. Time for breakfast."
"Oh, stop it," Ye Qiao mumbled, lazily rolling over. "I want to sleep, don’t bother me."
Unlike the bed-loving Ye Qiao, Zhu Yan forced herself to sit up despite her exhaustion. But after a few seconds of sitting dazed, she gave up and lay back down again.
"Ah Zhe, can you tell Manager Li for me later? I’m going to take the morning off and go to work in the afternoon."
Sun Zhe looked at the two lazy women and shook his head helplessly.
After washing up, changing clothes, and eating breakfast, Sun Zhe left the house, riding his electric scooter to the hospital.
As soon as he got to the office, he had Meng Shiya get to work while he ducked into the small break room to catch up on sleep.
His little fangirl, Meng Shiya, didn’t complain in the slightest. Instead, she caringly covered him with a blanket and adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature.
"Master, you just relax and slack off. I can handle these little things."
Sun Zhe had no idea how long he’d been sleeping in a daze when Meng Shiya suddenly rushed into the break room to wake him.
"Master, someone’s here to see you! Wake up!"
"Is it a patient?"
"No, it’s police officers from the government."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe paused for a second, then swung himself out of bed. He rubbed his drowsy eyes and walked out of the break room.
As he emerged, he looked up, about to offer a greeting, but froze. All his sleepiness vanished in an instant.
"Why is it you?!"
The visitor was a policewoman, one Sun Zhe recognized.
It was Chu Youdie, the very officer who had put the silver bracelets on him at the KTV last time.